In which she realises why Boots was having trouble getting through the magnetic cat door

[zeborah]

If I were a cat's collar which had hitherto been securely fastened around its owner's neck for almost two years, where would I be?

(I do have a spare magnetic thing; I don't have a spare collar to put it on. I'll have to buy one tomorrow morning I guess. Also find out if it's possible to get spare magnetic things in case it was Boots' wiles to blame, rather than the collar's age, and she loses this one too.)